צביקה לורבר - Accident |
Accident
צביקה לורבר מילים ולחן: צביקה לורבר Deep, Get down underneath Hands on maps. We are all invalids. Honk, honk now to the flood hand in hand. See, I am on top of things Except the best thing. You're my witness When I'll see your face again? I can be your wilderness And you can be my accent. I'm simply built with layers But I'm feeling like an accident. Afraid to hatch And find a better world out there. There is something about your method. See, no one lives forever Unless you find The little things you would die for. Home, home is where You belong. Among your trees. Among your friends. hope, hoping that you'll find A way to get close to me. Still I am on top of things Except the best thing. You're my witness When I'll see your face again? I can be your wilderness And you can be my accent. I'm simply built with layers But I'm feeling like an accident. Afraid to hatch And find a better world out there. There is something about your method. See, no one lives forever Unless you find The little things you would die for. It is wanderlust! When I'll see your land again? I can be your Indian And you'll be my American. |